Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

It was roughly two o’clock in the morning and I was high on cocaine. I had just arrived home after working a double shift at the club. After twelve hours in my six-inch stilettos, I was a zombie on stage as the last song played. My feet throbbing and longing for a hot bath, I … Continue reading Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

Review: ‘Bare’ Took Me There

Netflix and me, we have an understanding. I'm never judged when I need my Jake Ryan fix and end up binge-watching 80's classics all weekend instead of running errands. And I don't think twice when indie film suggestions pop up on my video stream feed, based on my viewing history. Indie and me go way … Continue reading Review: ‘Bare’ Took Me There

The Customer is Always Trite

Customers of strip clubs are like used cars in auto malls - there's always a variety of inventory, and each wishes you would ride them. The majority of this hodgepodge of horny were harmless, lonely men. Not surprisingly, I describe my old stripper-self the exact same way. Perhaps both ends of the stage simply wanted … Continue reading The Customer is Always Trite